The Arms Hotel, some time on Sunday [NFB]
Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintSloane was gone, but Nadia still lay on the bed in his hotel room, her right hand trying to write as her body twitched and her mind was . . . somewhere else.
It's not the grey city, but the atmosphere is the same: this place is a prison and she's still strapped to a bed. She lays very still, staring at the patterns the peeling paint makes on the molding walls, waiting for . . . something to happpen.
She hears something shatter very close to her, but she doesn't move. That's very important, she knows that somehow, that she doesn't move. That she doesn't blink or twitch or cough or sneeze or breathe--
All she can do is listen. That's what they told her to do.
Then something changes. There's someone with her, talking to her. She tries to focus, but the yellowed walls are fading.
". . . I'm your sister . . . ." the person says. "I'll take care of you . . . by the way, my name is--"
And the world changes and she wants to scream, but she can't move, can't blink, or twitch, or cough, or sneeze, or breathe--
Pain flares in her back and she turns to see Washburn smirking in the distance as she runs off. Sydney is crying and holding a gun to her. The kind faced man--Sloane, that's Sloane, that's why she recognized him, she HAS seen him before, in these dreams that make no sense--is telling her about Abraham, having to sacrifice his child to prove his faith and she wants to scream at him that he's wrong, he shouldn't be doing this to her, he has no right but the world changes again and she's somewhere cold and dark in the snow under a full moon and there are men and women everywhere who are shifting--changing into things that aren't men and women any more and they're surrounding someone. She catches sight of wires flashing into the air at the furred, howling creatures.
"Walter!"
But he doesn't hear her as the creatures close in and the world shifts and she's in the grey city now, trying to find a way out, find protection from that red sun and the green water and Sloane and Sophia and a hard woman who calls herself Nadia's mother and none of it makes sense . . . .
And on the bed in Fandom her body twitches and she gasps and waits for the elixir to leave her system.
[ooc: And I'm off to pack and go run a show and drive to a business trip . . . no interaction available here. very much NFB. I will be back online tonight come hell or high water.]
It's not the grey city, but the atmosphere is the same: this place is a prison and she's still strapped to a bed. She lays very still, staring at the patterns the peeling paint makes on the molding walls, waiting for . . . something to happpen.
She hears something shatter very close to her, but she doesn't move. That's very important, she knows that somehow, that she doesn't move. That she doesn't blink or twitch or cough or sneeze or breathe--
All she can do is listen. That's what they told her to do.
Then something changes. There's someone with her, talking to her. She tries to focus, but the yellowed walls are fading.
". . . I'm your sister . . . ." the person says. "I'll take care of you . . . by the way, my name is--"
And the world changes and she wants to scream, but she can't move, can't blink, or twitch, or cough, or sneeze, or breathe--
Pain flares in her back and she turns to see Washburn smirking in the distance as she runs off. Sydney is crying and holding a gun to her. The kind faced man--Sloane, that's Sloane, that's why she recognized him, she HAS seen him before, in these dreams that make no sense--is telling her about Abraham, having to sacrifice his child to prove his faith and she wants to scream at him that he's wrong, he shouldn't be doing this to her, he has no right but the world changes again and she's somewhere cold and dark in the snow under a full moon and there are men and women everywhere who are shifting--changing into things that aren't men and women any more and they're surrounding someone. She catches sight of wires flashing into the air at the furred, howling creatures.
"Walter!"
But he doesn't hear her as the creatures close in and the world shifts and she's in the grey city now, trying to find a way out, find protection from that red sun and the green water and Sloane and Sophia and a hard woman who calls herself Nadia's mother and none of it makes sense . . . .
And on the bed in Fandom her body twitches and she gasps and waits for the elixir to leave her system.
[ooc: And I'm off to pack and go run a show and drive to a business trip . . . no interaction available here. very much NFB. I will be back online tonight come hell or high water.]
